by Hank Wilder
“Whoa,” is all that I can say.
“Hey there!” comes a powerful and authoritative voice.
Seconds later, a man is rounding the side of the truck and crossing over into my yard, extending his hand towards me.
“Oh, hey,” I reply, reaching out and giving his a firm shake. “I’m Derek.”
The guy is rugged and handsome, but still playful and boyish with his wide smile and brilliant eyes.
“Randy,” the man informs me. “Just moved in next door.”
“I see that! I had no idea that the Browns were taking off,” I explain. “They didn’t mention anything.”
“You know, I don’t think they were planning on it either,” explains Randy, “but I saw the house and I just had to make them an offer. I really, really love this neighborhood. It’s… easy.”
“You just made them an offer and they were gone the next day?” I question.
“It was a pretty big offer,” Randy retorts with a slight smirk.
I realize suddenly that, not only is the next neighbor incredibly handsome, he’s also unfathomably wealthy. I can’t help but feel myself shrinking away in his presence, feeling as though I’m not quite sitting on the same playing field.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m a very successful guy in my own right, but it feels like Randy is operating on a whole other level that most people never could hope to reach.
“Can I ask… what exactly do you do?” I question.
“What do you mean?” Randy replies, genuinely not understanding the question.
“Like for work,” I continue.
The man laughs to himself as he realizes what I meant. “Oh! Yeah! Sorry about that. Honestly, it’s been so long since I’ve actually worked that I kinda forgot. A long time ago you could’ve called me a software developer, but now I’m semi-retired. I still do consulting for folks when they’re trying to build an app or something, but mostly I just do whatever I want.”
“That sounds… really nice,” I admit.
Randy shrugs, as if he’d never really given it much thought. “What about you?”
“Accountant,” I inform him, once again feeling small within my own skin. Funny enough, I take a lot of pride in my job, a high salary position with great benefits that took a lot of effort to find my way into. Still, this isn’t enough to make me feel like I can hold a candle to whatever charismatic charm Randy is wielding as he makes his way through life.
“Where’s the lady of the house?” I question.
“Just me,” Randy replies. “And it would be a guy, not a lady.”
I gaze over his shoulder at the utterly enormous suburban home. “Wait… really?” is all that I can think to say. “It’s just you in there? That place is giant.”
Randy shrugs again.
Suddenly, a familiar voice erupts from behind me. “Hey baby, what are you doing out here?” my husband calls over.
I can pinpoint the exact moment that Jeremy catches Randy’s eye, his gaze suddenly stopping as his expression transforms into one of dumbfounded amazement.
“Oh,” is all that Randy can manage to say, the word falling limply out of his mouth as my husband approaches.
“Hey there,” Jeremy offers, reaching out his hand towards the new neighbor. “You just move in?”
“Sure did,” Randy nods.
The two of them stand like this for a good while, long enough that it starts to become incredibly awkward for me. The two of them are just staring into one another’s eyes, some sort of powerful, unspoken communication traveling back and forth between them.
“This is my husband, Jeremy,” I finally say, immediately breaking through this mighty spell.
Jeremy and Randy pull back a bit, struggling to regain their bearings.
“It’s nice to you,” Randy blurts.
“You too,” my husband replies.
I clear my throat loudly. “I was just about to head down to grab some breakfast on the corner,” I tell Jeremy. “You wanna come with?”
“Sure,” my husband offers in return, his eyes still locked on Randy.
I practically pull his away as the two of us wave goodbye and head back into our home. Closing the door behind us and finally breaking Jeremy from this powerful trance.
“Uh… that was a lot,” is all that I can think to say.
“What was?” my husband questions, playing dumb.
“You were staring pretty hard,” I continue. “I mean, I get it, he’s a good looking guy, but that was a little much.”
Jeremy takes a deep breath and lets it out, racking his brain with how to play this. “You’re right, I’m sorry,” he finally says. “His looks are… a little distracting. It’s nothing.”
I’m impressed with his honesty and anxious to move on. “Thanks baby. Ready to hit the road?”
The whole time my husband and I sit at this café, I find my thoughts drifting away from me. Usually, I’m laser focused on whatever story he’s telling me, but today my mind is elsewhere, and it shows.
“Derek,” my husband suddenly blurts, pulling me back to reality. “I said, what do you think?”
“Oh,” I blurt trying my best to appear involved in our conversation. “Yes… definitely.”
“You think Seth’s right about the party?” he questions, clearly a little upset with me. “I can’t believe you agree with him.”
“I mean… no,” I continue, desperately trying to course correct. “Honestly, I wasn’t listening.”
My husband suddenly bursts out laughing. “You’re lucky then,” he informs me. “What’s on your mind, baby?”
I know exactly what’s on my mind, but I’m not sure if I want to tell him because it still doesn’t quite make sense. The images are there, but none of them can be arranged in a way that satisfies me. In fact, I’m a little terrified at what it all might mean.
Ever since I saw Jeremy and Randy flirting so flagrantly before me, I’ve been thinking about what it would be like to see them take things even farther, to watch as they began to strip away one another’s clothes while I stayed on the sidelines.
For any couple, this would typically seem downright horrific, and my initial reaction is a visceral repulsion from this unexpected idea, but the more I think about it, the more I start to feel another set of powerful emotions bubbling up inside. Sure, the most apparent is anger and even disgust, but the longer I sit with these images the more they begin to change within me, altering the feelings that simmer at the core of my very being.
The more I allow this rage to exist, and then subsequently drift away, the more I begin to understand these much more unexpected emotions that lurk just beneath it. I begin to see that, along with all of this darkness and jealousy, there’s something even more powerful: arousal.
“Nothing,” is all that I can manage to say, finally responding to my husband’s request for answers.
“Nothing?” Jeremy repeats back. “Are you serious?”
I consider his words for a moment, struggling with how I should answer.
I don’t lie to my husband, and even the small amount that I’ve started to bend the truth makes me incredibly uncomfortable. Still, I’m well aware that revealing my thoughts to his could change the course of our relationship, and our lives, forever. I get the distinct feeling that there’s no going back from this conversation.
But what’s the other option? Just bury these feelings and desires deep down inside until they’re popping up in other strange, and even more powerful, ways?
No. The only thing to do is let it all out; here and now.
“Honestly,” I begin, still slightly hesitant, “watching you with Randy kind of turned me on.”
My husband narrows his eyes, stuck somewhere between confusion and disbelief. “What?” is all that he can manage to say. “What do you mean?”
“I mean… it turned me on,” I repeat.
Jeremy just stares at me, completely dumbfounded. I can tell he’s trying his best to process my revelation but
coming up short, until eventually something just clicks within him.
Suddenly, my handsome husband breaks out in a smile. “That’s… pretty cool.”
I laugh. “I guess it is.”
“What turns you on about it?” Jeremy continues, leaning towards me across the table as the intensity builds between us.
“I’m not really sure yet,” I admit. “It’s a new feeling. I guess I just like the idea of another man wanting you, of watching as someone else gets to enjoy your body and give you pleasure.”
Jeremy scoffs. “Well, that sounds like a lot more than just me and Randy flirting.”
I nod. “It is.”
My husband considers this for a moment, choosing his words carefully. “How much more?”
“I’d like to watch you two making out,” I admit. “I’d love to see his stripping you down until you’re completely naked, feeling you up.”
Jeremy glances back and forth to make sure nobody else can here us, giggling to himself at just how wild our little breakfast out has become.
“I’d love to watch him fuck you,” I finally tell his under my breath, surprising even myself.
“Are you serious?” Jeremy asks, a deep seriousness behind his eyes. The playful energy has suddenly faded as this illicit fantasy begins to bump up against the consequences of reality.
“I think I am,” I tell him, my voice trembling slightly.
“Then let’s do it,” Jeremy continues.
I realize suddenly that the tables have turned. This is no longer about me pushing for some absurd, unexpected fetish and allowing my husband to turn me down. Now Jeremy has taken the reins and continues to carry us forward. I am no longer in charge here, and this knowledge makes the blossoming desires inside of me grow even larger than before.
“If I came home from work and just happened to find you and Randy fucking… I wouldn’t be upset,” I inform my husband.
Jeremy says nothing, just stares at me passionately.
Suddenly, our waiter arrives to ask if we need anything else, abruptly breaking through the tension.
My husband and I don’t mention our new plan again for the rest of the night.
Arriving home from work, I don’t notice anything strange until I step through the front door and call out Jeremy’s name. He’s almost always here to greet me when I return, yet today my husband is nowhere to be found.
“Hello?” I yell, finding myself faced with a completely empty home.
It’s only now that I remember our discussion from yesterday, realizing that Jeremy may have taken these words to heart.
My breathing heavy, I begin to make my way through the entryway and into the living room, then deeper still into the house. I listen intently for any signs of my husband and his new lover, but find myself met with complete silence.
Eventually, I find my way into the kitchen, which overlooks the backyard. It’s here that I stop abruptly, my heart skipping a beat when I notice Randy and my husband.
The two of them are talking closely, the sexual tension between them undeniable as they stand in the middle of the back yard. My husband is hanging some wet clothes from a long line that reaches from fence to fence, doing the laundry on this warm afternoon.
Not wanting to give my presence away, I crack the kitchen window ever so slightly, listening in.
“It must be really nice working from home,” my husband says.
Randy nods. “It is. I get to enjoy the neighborhood.”
“There’s not much to look at,” Jeremy continues.
The neighbor chuckles to himself. “Well, there’s you.”
My husband laughs a bit, swaying from side to side.
“Anyway, sorry to interrupt,” Randy continues. “I just noticed you over here and I wanted to come by and say hi. I don’t want to keep you from your laundry.”
“Oh no,” my husband blurts. “I was just finishing up.”
The two of them stand in silence for a moment, the tension building between them.
Suddenly, Jeremy reaches down and grabs the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up over the top of his head.
“Oh,” Randy stammers, taken slightly off guard.
“I just need to take care of the stuff I’m wearing,” Jeremy continues with a playful smirk. “…or maybe the laundry can wait.”
The next thing I know, the two of them are locked in a passionate embrace, kissing deeply as their hands begin to explore one another’s bodies. Soon enough, the rest of my husband’s clothing is torn away, tossed to the side as his tan skin is exposed to the warm sunlight above.
Randy is now being revealed as well, and when his perfectly sculpted chest and abs are exposed I gasp, not quite prepared for just how fit he really is. I can see why my husband was so excited by the prospect of this carnal affair.
The next thing I know, both of them are completely naked. I watch as Jeremy’s attention drifts lower and lower across Randy’s body, hesitating at his waist and then finally having mercy as he dives below and wraps his fingers tight around then man’s enormous, swollen cock.
Randy lets out a long, satisfied moan as my husband begins to pump his fist up and down across his length, servicing him diligently while they continue to kiss.
In the meantime, I’ve unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick, getting to work as I stroke myself off in time with their movements. I still can’t believe that I’ve somehow managed to find myself in this situation, but even more shocking is the fact that I don’t really mind. I’m not angry, at least not in a sense that I can readily identify.
I feel jealousy, but not in a bad way. Instead, the once unpleasant feeling simmers and bubbles inside me, filling my body with an aching erotic comfort. Instead of pushing my envy away, I just live in it, allowing it to become a part of my identity.
“When is your husband getting home?” Randy questions.
“It doesn’t matter,” the man of my dreams retorts. “I don’t give a fuck who sees us. I want you.”
Randy doesn’t complain as Jeremy lowers down into a squat before him, gazing up with cock hungry eyes. He strokes him off just a moment longer and then finally opens his mouth wide, taking the neighbor’s girth between his lips. The man of my dreams begins to pump his head across Randy’s dick, working the guy diligently as he moans and groans above him.
“Oh fuck, that feels so fucking good,” Randy sighs, softly rocking his hips in time with the movements of my husband.
Jeremy pops the dick out of his mouth briefly, licking him from the base to the tip and then playfully kissing the head of Randy’s shaft. He opens wide again, only this time he doesn’t just return to his same up and down bob.
Instead, Jeremy swallows the man’s shaft as deep as he can possibly take it, allowing his cock to slide well past the expected limits of his gag reflex. Deeper and deeper this swollen dick plummets, plunging all the way down until it reaches the absolute hilt. At this point, Randy places his hands against the back of my husband’s head, holding him in this position as he asserts his dominance.
The two of them stay locked like this for what seems like forever, until finally my husband runs out of air and is forced to pull back with a frantic gasp, sputtering wildly as he struggles to regain his composure. He is completely out of sorts as a long strand of saliva dangles between his lips and the head of Randy’s cock.
My husband wants more, and he wants it now.
“Give me that dick,” Jeremy snarls, completely swept away in the wave of carnal eroticism. “I need you to fuck me with that big fat cock right fucking now.”
Hearing this sends yet another surge of alarm through my body, but I still refrain from stopping them. It had been one thing to watch my husband suck another man off, but actually allowing the two of them to fuck right before my very eyes is another thing entirely.
Still, I’d rather they continued on this journey than pulled back on the throttle.
As far as I’m concerned, this train has already left the station and
I’m along for the ride.
I watch as my husband falls forward on the grass, popping his ass out towards Randy as he crawls away from him. Jeremy takes care to sway his hips from side to side as much as possible, showing off a bit before reaching back and giving one of his ass cheeks a good, confident slap. The man of my dreams then reaches around and spreads himself open a bit, teasing Randy playfully with the prospect of what’s the come.
“You like what you see?” my husband asks.
Randy nods. “Fuck yes.”
“For years now only my husband got to have this asshole,” the man of my dreams continues in a way that twists the dagger oh so nicely. “Now it’s your turn to plow into my butt and show me what a real man can do.”
Randy likes the sound of that, climbing down into position behind Jeremy. The handsome neighbor aligns his cock with the tightness of my husband’s puckered anal seal and then thrusts forward in one long, powerful swoop, sliding his thick cock deep inside Jeremy.
My husband lets out a started gasp as this other man enters him, not entirely prepared for his substantial girth. Jeremy is stretched to his absolute limits, completely full as Randy begins to move within.
Fortunately, Randy is a seasoned lover, and can tell that he needs to take his time. Instead of going for a full on slam, the neighbor rocks his hips ever so slowly, allowing the man of my dreams to adjust to his formidable member.
My husband’s fingers dig into the grass before his as he struggles to accept this enormous rod, but as I watch, the tension within his slowly begins to dissipate. What was once a sense of overwhelming discomfort has evolved into a pleasant warmth, and before I know it the two of them have found a steady pace as they continue to slam one another.
Harder and harder the two gay lovers rock until, eventually, they fall into a confident rhythm.
The sight of my husband and another man is absolutely incredible to behold, and it’s enough to push me over the edge at any second. I can feel myself hovering breathtakingly close to a powerful climax, and it takes every ounce of discipline I can muster to keep myself from hurtling over into the blissful embrace of a mighty orgasm. I need to save that until the end.